These three guys are really easy to read.
Mizuki watched the three different expressions and silently complained in her heart.
Inosuke's face couldn't be seen, but judging by his raised fists, he was excited and thrilled.
Tanjirou was mostly surprised and delighted.
As for Zenitsu... this guy was even easier to read; his mental landscape was practically gray and white, and there wasn't a single part of him that was willing.
Mizuki said softly, "Zenitsu, if you don't want to, you shouldn't force yourself."
Hearing Mizuki's words, Zenitsu's face first lit up with joy, but then he noticed the excited expressions of Tanjirou and Inosuke. A struggle flashed across his face, and finally, he shook his head, looking like he was about to cry without tears.
"Forget it, I guess I'll go with them."
The expression on his face was practically filled with conflict, an acting performance worthy of a Best Actor.
Mizuki couldn't help but let the corner of her mouth curl up slightly.
If Zenitsu Agatsuma were alone, he might not be so resolute, but after spending so much time with Tanjirou and Inosuke, the three of them had long since developed deep feelings for one another.
Even if he was afraid, he wouldn't let Tanjirou and Inosuke face the danger alone.
To put it simply, this guy belongs to the type who complains while still helping.
It was simultaneously hilarious and moving.
"Since everyone is so determined, let me first explain how to activate the Demon Slayer Mark."
Mizuki drew the long, blood-stained blade from the palm of her left hand, casually performing a sword flourish. Large amounts of blood spilled onto the ground, forming scattered plum blossom patterns, revealing the exquisite snowy white of the blade covered in fresh blood.
Zenitsu couldn't help but shiver. Although he already knew from Tanjirou that Mizuki was a demon, seeing such a bloody scene was still terrifying.
Miss Mizuki is completely different from Nezuko-chan. Nezuko-chan's sound is easy to understand immediately, but Miss Mizuki's voice is terrifyingly quiet.
No, rather than quiet, desolate silence would be a more fitting description.
Although he had felt strange before, because Mizuki often walked during the day, Zenitsu had never considered that possibility. Who knew that Miss Mizuki had actually successfully conquered the sun?
Mizuki offered a simple explanation: "Activating the Demon Slayer Mark is actually very simple: it's about seeking a breakthrough at the limits of life and death. As long as you reach that extreme breakthrough, the Demon Slayer Mark will naturally appear."
Zenitsu asked with a trembling voice, "What if we don't break through?"
Mizuki looked at him in confusion: "Naturally, you die."
"No~" Zenitsu shrieked and started pulling at Tanjirou and Inosuke. "Hey, hey, let's go!"
Mizuki held back a laugh: "Just kidding. I will judge your limits based on your physical condition, so there won't be too much risk."
There would definitely still be risk, but it would certainly be less than breaking through mid-battle while fighting an Upper Rank Demon Moon.
Because Mizuki would hold back, but the demons wouldn't.
"Don't joke like that! My legs won't listen to me!" Zenitsu's legs felt weak.
Mizuki kindly reminded him, "Zenitsu, if your legs are weak now, you won't be able to stand steadily later."
Zenitsu screamed in alarm, pulling the two others, one on each side: "It's so scary!!!"
Inosuke slapped him away: "idiot, let go!"
Tanjirou also helplessly pulled his hand away: "Zenitsu, stop fooling around."
"But~"
This guy is such a character.
Kyoujurou laughed loudly, hands on his hips: "Hahaha, you all have such enthusiasm!"
This guy isn't much better.
"For this battle, just treat me as a malicious demon. You only need to focus on cutting off my neck."
"I have already conquered the sun, so you don't need to worry about the Nichirin Blade causing me harm. Even decapitation won't kill me."
They had already reported the intelligence that Nichirin Blades couldn't kill her via decapitation to Ubuyashiki, and Ubuyashiki Kagaya was quite troubled by this.
While they had anticipated that Muzan couldn't be killed by decapitation, if the Upper Rank Demon Moon were also like this, it would be more than just difficult.
Muzan needed to be contained, and the Upper Rank demons needed to be contained as well. The top fighting strength of the Demon Slayer Corps was spread too thin.
Inosuke enthusiastically swung the Nichirin Blade in his hand: "Is it time? this great lord can't wait to activate the Demon Slayer Mark!"
Mizuki nodded slightly, seeing that they were all ready: "You may begin."
Everyone placed their hands on their blades.
Mizuki spoke calmly: "Then, let me apply some pressure first."
Kochou Shinobu, watching from the corridor, her eyes slightly brightened. Was that coming?
Apply some pressure?
Before Tanjirou could figure out what Mizuki meant, in everyone's eyes, Mizuki's crimson long hair instantly turned white, her peculiar eyes immediately transformed into golden vertical pupils, and two pieces of ferocious demon horns sprouted from her head. Fine blood vessels were exposed on her arms and cheeks.
So beautiful... A halo of light flowed in Kochou Shinobu's purple eyes. What a magnificent appearance.
Compared to her, sitting aside and maintaining a stance of appreciation, the people facing Mizuki directly could barely smile.
Demonization?!
Tanjirou was about to shout the word, as a powerful Fighting Spirit suddenly erupted, centered around Mizuki.
The level of Fighting Spirit was completely different from Akaza's.
The battle hadn't even started, yet cold sweat was already beading on Tanjirou's forehead.
If Akaza's Fighting Spirit only caused heart palpitations, Miss Mizuki's was like a heavy hammer striking the chest. Breathing became difficult, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.
What?
Is my body afraid?
There hasn't even been a fight yet... Tanjirou subconsciously looked beside him, his pupils contracting slightly.
Mr. Rengoku's hand... was also trembling... Everyone was afraid... Suddenly, a noise sounded beside them. Everyone instinctively looked over and found that a certain Pig-headed Boy had already knelt on the ground.
?
Everyone looked towards the side in unison. Even Zenitsu was still shaking like a sieve—the one who shouted the loudest had knelt the fastest.
"Ugh~ I can't move my body."
Mizuki's expression shifted slightly. Was it because the sensation of his skin was too excellent, causing a counter-effect against her Fighting Spirit?
She inquired, "How is it? Can you adapt?"
The group felt humiliated. Why was she still concerned about them? It was too hurtful!
The first person among them to adapt to Mizuki's intense Fighting Spirit was Rengoku Kyojuro, the strongest fighter present.
Kyoujurou cracked a smile: "Miss Mizuki is truly powerful."
"There's no need for compliments."
"No... there is a need." A flash of orange-red flame light passed by. Kyoujurou was the first to break through, reaching Mizuki's front. Bending low, he swung his Nichirin Blade upwards toward her neck.
This guy took her words to heart.
However... without even moving her blade, Mizuki's fingers slid between the sword edge and pressed down hard on the Nichirin Blade's tsuba.
Kyoujurou's pupils sharply contracted. Subconsciously, he tried to flip the blade, but a calm voice suddenly reached his ear.
"You were slightly off."
His body was already sent flying backward uncontrollably.
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